Salthill Mothers Mafai / Galway / Ireland

Well now its this issue of what I will have to term, ‘The Salthill Mothers Mafia’, here in Galway, on the West coast of Ireland. A rather disturbing phenomenon that has come to my attention over the last few days.

Perhaps because of the increasing warm weather and sunshine, and only so far only witnessed, thankfully, on the Salthilll prom. It seems to consist of a group of youngish to middle aged Mothers with children in pushcahirs maundering down the prom usually in pairs or sometimes as I witnessed this morning in a group of six taking over the pavement, like a group of out of control hells angels, who it seems like would give no quarter to any person, man. woman or child getting in their way.

With this group mentality seems to be accompanied by a rather distasteful sense of aggression and entitlement. All rather un-necessary, and I cannot understand what they have to feel entitled to, as any woman, been healthy can give birth to a child.

I am considering writing an academic paper on this rather perplexing phenomena, and presenting it at an upcoming seminar, dealing with among other topics, the issue of dysfunctionality among women new to Motherhood, in our rather prestigious university, NUIG.

Should any Psychologists, Sociologists, or experts in Anthropological studies wish to collaborate on such a paper , please do get in touch. It is possible to see these subjects in their own environment, and one can watch and study them unobserved, as I was doing this morning, they can usually be spotted any morning on the Salthill Prom, usually across from the local lesiure center, called Lesiureland, between the hours of approx 10 : 30am to 12 : 00 after which they seem to disappear, thankfully, some may venture, untill like a bad dream they appear the following day.I did this morning see this assembled group cavorting in one of the shelters along the promenade, under the auspices of some form of exercise, but it seemed to onlookers, of which there were a few, like some type of ritualistic initiation ceremony, which involved the ladies in question, standing on one leg, while still holding onto their pushchairs, in which the children lay, blissfully unaware of the madness going on around them.

But the Mothers to all intents and purposes, looked as though they were squatting one legged while using the toilet, bottoms in the air situation, which was quiet an amusing sight to behold, to those of us watching. Unfortunately I was not quick enough to get the mobile camera out for this particular behavior, but did manage a couple of photos of the group at large in the wild, which will have to suffice for now.

My main question would be is this phenomenon observed in other countries, or is it just something individual to Ireland, and Irish Mothers. Most perplexing.

Please Enjoy,

A Bemused Onlooker

Funny.

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Photo Credit : Braydon Anderson on Unsplash

Funny.

Can’t You Be More Funny, She Said, Not Be So Serious All Of The Time
Can’t You Use Words To Uplift Our Spirits, And Make Our Hearts Shine
Does Everything Have To Be So Tragic, Sad Depressing And Down
As That’s All It Ever Seems To Be With You, Whenever You’re Around

What About Frivolity, Joy Happiness And More
That’s What People Are Searching For, That’s Why We Come Through This Door
Unhappy Scenes, People Of No Means, Tragedy Piled On So Thick And Deep
This Is Not What I’m Looking For, It’s Not What I And Other People Seek

I Can See That Kind Of Rubbish, On Eastender’s Every Week
Lighten Up Bring Some Cheer, If You Can, Please Do So My Dear
Life Is Tough Enough, She Said, But It’s Not What I Wish To Focus On,
I Want To Tilt My Head Towards Scenes Of Love, Lift My Soul Up Above

That Would Make Me Want To Jump Out Of Bed, Perhaps Burst Out Of My Head
With Joy And Happiness
Put Me In Good Form All Day Long. That’s An Event That Would Be Time Well Spent
Can You Be More Happy, She Said. I Want Some Happiness Before I’m Dead

Can You Lift Your Soul Up, From Where It’s Dragging On The Floor
Don’t You Try And Bring Me Down, Lift Me Up Instead Even More
Infuse My Mind And Spirit With Joy, And Peaceful Contentment
Maybe Then We’ll Build A Friendship On That, As Solid And Strong As Tough Cement

I Looked At Her, And Said I’ll Try. I Know I Can Be A Bit Depressing At Times
But Sometimes, That’s How My Mind Functions. It All Seems Out Of My Control
It’s Not That I Try To Be Unkind And Mean, Even Though At Times, That’s What It May Seem
But It’s What I Feel  Inside, At Times, In My Dark And Troubled Mind

But I Ain’t All Tragic, I Like A Good Laugh Myself At Times
Can’t You Be More Funny She Said, As She Headed Up The Stairway, Alone Away To Bed.